a riceball doesn't belong in a Fruits basket...

I was so happy when you smiled..

You smile breaks through the clouds of grey..

Far from sunny days that lie in sleep..

Waiting with patience for the spring, 

when the flowers will bloom-renewed again..

Knowing theres more beyond the pain of today...

Although the scars of yesterday remain..

you can go on living as much as your heaart believes..

you can't be born again-although you can change..

Let's stay together always...